Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Interpol,
JFA,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.